She took a deep breath and pulled out her other dagger while saying, "Okay, boys, it's my turn."
With a flick of her wrist, the air around her shifted as she used her spiritual energy to compress and shape a thin, razor-like blade that seamlessly coated her dagger.
Becoming an ethereal wind blade remained invisible to the untrained eye, yet one can could sense its deadly presence and the faint glowing edge as an extension of her intent and precision.
Her control over wind wasn't flashy, but it was deadly precise.
The man with the flaming blade charged again, but this time Lilah was way faster. She used wind on her feet to propel herself forward and moved like the wind itself—silent and deadly.
With one swift motion, she slashed upward. A crescent-shaped wind blade shot forward, slicing clean through his knife. His weapon shattered as the force knocked him backward with blood dripped from his fingers where shards of his own knife had cut him.
